Sing a song of sixpence And a pocket full of rye!— There are millions in it For one with a business eye. Then sing a song of sixpence And a pocket full of rye! Ho, the jingle of the sixpence!— And will you sell or buy? The world is full of sixpence, The ways are strewn with rye— And have you then no sixpence! Better by far to die. The multitude of sixpence, The plenitude of rye!— And yet I have no sixpence; How poor are you and I! I without a sixpence And you without the rye— Lo! Death on a gaunt black horse Under an ebon sky. You sing a song of beauty, Your heart is full of youth— Whence have you wandered, friend, Into the paths of ruth? I have, alas! no sixpence, And you, alas! no rye— You sing of life in death, Of death in life sing I! @3Ho! there, on your gaunt black horse Under the ebon sky!@1 And they sing their song of sixpence And a pocket full of rye! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: SARAH BROWN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS VARIATIONS: 15 by CONRAD AIKEN CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS MOMENT by HAYDEN CARRUTH CHERRY BLOSSOMS BLOWING IN WEST BLOWING SNOW by JAMES GALVIN OMNIPRESENCE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CANTICLE OF THE RACE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE POET (2) by ISAAC ROSENBERG |